Chapter 112: Chapter 83: The Most Perfect Five-Star Human-Rights Waifu (Part 2)

As she spoke, Fenrir’s chest pressed completely against his back. The soft, pliant sensation seeped through his leather armor, a mix of the crisp scent of wolf fur and the sweet fragrance of wild roses in her hair, twining around Qin Feng’s nose like a vine.

It was a unique scent, a blend of morning dew, wildflowers, and frosty air. With every rise and fall of her breath, it sent subtle ripples through his senses.

Her fingertips would often brush, almost imperceptibly, against the back of Qin Feng’s hand on the reins. As the lightly calloused pads of her fingers grazed the inside of his wrist, her warm breath tickled the shell of his ear, feeling as soft as fine down.

“Right…”

“Just like that…”

“Next, I’ll take you for a spin so you can get a feel for it…”

As she spoke, her left hand pressed precisely against Qin Feng’s side, her fingertips finding the contours of his waist muscles through his clothes. At the same time, her right hand suddenly gripped his wrist and pulled it forward.

The moment the Frost Wolf suddenly accelerated, Qin Feng instinctively fell backward, crashing hard into something dense and soft.

He felt a slight vibration from her chest.

Fenrir’s arms had already slipped under his armpits to grab the reins. As her bare elbows brushed against his chest, her skin felt cool and smooth, like a petal covered in morning dew.

Her chin rested lightly in the crook of his shoulder. As strands of her white hair swept across his neck, Qin Feng clearly felt her fingertips trace a barely-there circle on his side. Her voice was laced with a dampness, like the forest mist:

“Don’t panic…”

Amidst the crunch of dry leaves underfoot, she nudged the back of his knee with her own.

“Grip the pommel of the saddle with your knees…”

The wind swept dry leaves past his brow. Qin Feng could hear his own heart pounding like a drum, mingling with the faint floral scent from her hair and the whistling wind to weave a dense web of sensation around him.

As the Demon Beast named Snow Crow leaped over a fallen log, he could even distinguish the coolness of her white hair brushing against his neck from the gradually warming pads of her fingers on his waist, creating a searing contrast beneath his leather armor.

’This?’

’This doesn’t seem right, does it?’

However, before Qin Feng could savor the soft sensation against his back, the galloping Frost Wolf came to a sudden halt.

As his momentum sent him lurching forward, he slammed into an even denser warmth—Fenrir’s arms had wrapped around his waist from behind. Her smooth, fair skin brushed against his collarbone as her sweet, girlish voice sounded.

“Lastly, I’ll teach you the secret to a sudden stop.”

She lightly tapped the suddenly tensed muscles of Qin Feng’s waist with her fingertips.

“You have to brace your body against the pommel, like this.”

As she spoke, Fenrir suddenly tightened her arms, pressing Qin Feng’s body more snugly against her chest, just like lovers in an embrace. Even the rhythm of their mingling breaths sent ambiguous ripples through the forest twilight.

“Wolf Riding Skill.”

“It’s that simple.”

“But its true essence lies in the rapport between the rider and their Warg Mount.”

“Only when both are of one mind can they execute the most instinctive and perfect maneuvers on an ever-changing battlefield.”

With that, Fenrir suddenly released him and leaped from Snow Crow’s back like a white bird. She looked up at Qin Feng, still seated on the Wolf Saddle, her silver hair shimmering in the dappled forest light.

“From now on, you should spend more time with your Warg Mount. Eat together, rest together, walk together… And especially, just like you and I did, you need to get close and make physical contact.”

Her fingertips brushed through Snow Crow’s mane, and the Warg Mount meekly nuzzled her palm. She continued in a completely frank tone:

“Then.”

“Feel its heartbeat.”

“Read its breathing.”

“Engrave the very rhythm of its steps crushing dry leaves into your bones.”

She rose to her tiptoes and made a phantom gesture with her fingertips toward Qin Feng’s side, as if repeating her earlier action.

“When you can hear the sound of the blood rushing through its veins.”

Then, she took half a step back. Snow Crow, the Frost Wolf, cooperatively lowered its forelimbs, its deep blue pupils reflecting her confident smile.

“You will be able to truly become one with it.”

Qin Feng: “…”

’So that’s all it was?’

’The physical closeness was just to better sense its heartbeat, understand its thoughts, and build rapport?’

’Looks like I misunderstood.’

’I guess all I can say is…’

’As expected of a Mythical Level hero.’

’Her whole being exudes a powerful confidence that draws people in. Even her approach to the boundaries between men and women is as sharp and open as a snowflake, allowing her to be so naturally intimate with me.’

’Top-tier power, top-tier looks, top-tier intelligence… aside from being a little too arrogant… she’s basically the perfect five-star “must-have waifu” from a gacha game!’

’A pity.’

’The bet hasn’t taken effect yet.’

’I have to wait two more months.’

’This feels like hearing from an inside leaker that the new limited-time banner for a must-have character won’t be out for another two months…’

Just as he was thinking this, Fenrir straightened up, her silver hair catching the dappled light that filtered through the fir trees.

“I still have a lot of administrative matters to attend to.”

“I’ll be heading back to the Royal City now.”

“If those Ratman Warriors under your command also want to learn the Wolf Riding Skill,”

“I can arrange for Snow to take a squad of elite Wolf Cavalry to your Divine Chosen Territory and act as their instructors.”

Qin Feng couldn’t help but nod.

“Okay.”

“Thank you. I’d appreciate that.”

…

By the time the white torrent of Fenrir’s Wolf Cavalry disappeared into the twilight of Winter City, the sky had already been dyed an inky blue.

At this moment, Qin Feng was seated at the head of the council chamber in Long Zhongyi’s Lord’s Hall. Diablo stood in attendance by his side, while ten Sielo Knights in black battle armor stood solemnly on either flank. Black Fighting Spirit seeped from the seams of their armor, glinting coldly in the candlelight.

Long Zhongyi rubbed his hands together as he circled the silent Knights. His gaze swept over the complex patterns etched on their pauldrons, and he lowered his voice, his face filled with shock.

“Holy cow!”

“Tingfeng!”

“Your luck is just unreal!”

“These ten Sielo Knights… if you can get them back to Level 1, doesn’t that mean you’ve basically gotten ten 1-Star (White) Extraordinary Soldier Types?”

“I heard from some of those Reincarnated Players… the combat power of an Extraordinary Soldier Type can completely crush an Ordinary Soldier Type. As long as you don’t just mindlessly charge them forward, they can easily take on hundreds, or even thousands, of enemies!”

“With this kind of combat power!”

“You could totally conquer every Sub-human Tribe in the entire Northern Forest!”

“Say, why don’t we just fight our way out of here, relocate to a city in the Gulad Empire’s Northern Territory, and pledge allegiance to the Duke there?”

“I heard the late-game Cultural Soldier Type for the Gulad Empire is the Dragon Cavalry. They can deal damage, they can tank, they can cast Magic, and they’re crazy fast. They’re basically the most powerful top-tier Soldier Type.”

“It’s just that the requirements to promote to that class are so high that their overall numbers are low, so they can’t form massive super-legions…”

Qin Feng suddenly cut in.

“Long Zhongyi, back when you were looking for teammates from the Northern Forest in the regional channel, did anyone reach out to you?”

“Or rather,”

“did anyone ask for your territory’s coordinates?”

At his words, Long Zhongyi paused and thought back carefully.

“Uh?”

“I never saw any players claiming to have spawned in the Northern Forest!”

“But there were a few players who wanted me to support them, and they did ask for my territory’s exact coordinates!”

Qin Feng frowned.

“What were their IDs?”

Long Zhongyi pulled up the chat interface and started searching through his old private messages.

“There were three of them in total. One ID was Dragon King, one was Gale, and one was Greed.”

“Those three were pretty weird, too.”

“They all messaged me at the exact same time, and they all said they could help me leave the Northern Forest.”

“But I checked the event leaderboard back then and didn’t see them on it, so I figured they were probably just bluffing and trying to mess with me.”

“So I didn’t really pay them any mind.”

Qin Feng: “…”

’Dragon King?’

’Gale?’

’Greed?’

’And Mountain and River, who I already took care of?’

’And Gluttony, who was discovered by the Flying Bird Scout Corps that Ashes deployed?’

’These guys all use the same naming convention for their IDs!’

’That’s the common thread!’

’It’s possible.’

’Dragon King might not be an enemy.’

’But Gale, who I’ve already fought; Gluttony, whose ID was overheard by an invisible Ashes when he sent scouts toward my territory; and Greed, whose name is so similar to Gluttony’s…’

’Those three are clearly Iron Wolf Tokens who have already exposed themselves as Wolfmen!’

“Heh…”

“This is absurd…”

“To get rid of me, these people went so far as to relocate their entire territories…”

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